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Philip Under the star-studded night sky, the base of the racetrack buzzed with shouts and jeers. Tensions crackled at the starting line as engines roared, their exhaust fumes blending with the mountain breeze. Orlie Petrov, his face etched with worry lines, met me at the starting grid, grasping my shoulder with an urgency that matched his grim expression. "Philip, you shouldn't have agreed to this! This underground race is too dangerous. If something goes wrong, it could utterly destroy your hard-earned reputation as a professional racer," he pleaded, eyes boring into mine. Shrugging off his grip, shaking my head and returned his intense stare. "Orlie, you're the reason I'm in this mess! You introduced me to Mariano!" I growled through gritted teeth. He looked taken aback but persisted. "There's still time to back out." "Walk away and risk and face a third punishment? I ignored the first test, and this is the second, Orlie! The third might be my death!" We both knew Mariano's p
Sarah Outwardly, I appeared calm while waiting for midnight, but my mind was utterly restless. It was already ten o'clock in the evening; I only had to endure the wait for two more hours. Since eight that evening, I had been on a group video call with Jakob and the rest of our LoveLogic team, my friend Jane included. I was sequestered alone in my bedroom while Jane participated from the living room. We managed to recruit five additional developers, one of whom had taken over my former coding responsibilities for the application. "The early download numbers are very promising," Jakob informed us, reading through some of the glowing app reviews we'd received so far. A few thousand users and counting have installed LoveLogic, and the feedback has been tremendously positive." Though my eyes were fixed on the screen, my mind couldn't focus on the meeting. It kept drifting elsewhere. "Sarah?" Jakob's voice called out. "Sarah! Jane, did you lose her video feed?" Confusion was evident o
Sarah Dread washed over me like a storm cloud, dragging a wave of anxiety that clawed at my throat. My breaths grew shallow as Amir's group came closer, my eyes glued to them, unable to look away. "I've been observing your movements closely, Sarah. Perhaps you've conveniently forgotten, but I own the villa you reside in. I know precisely what you've been up to," Amir stated firmly. I approached him, pleading, "Amir, please…" I want to see Philip! But I didn't voice that aloud. He shook his head incredulously. "Sarah, seriously! What on earth do you think you're doing? Do you understand the danger you're carelessly putting yourself in?" Hot tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, slowly welling up as my chest constricted painfully with the weight of unspoken desires. Amir grasped my arm gently and spoke in a reassuring tone. "They are doing everything they can to find Philip. You're in danger; Mariano has targeted you, but I've done everything in my power to prevent that. So, I
Sarah "That doesn't make any sense!" Madam Olsen scoffed, shaking her head at Josh's statement. Josh remained resolute. "All I know for certain is that Mariano is a woman masquerading as a man, and Megan is that person." Madam Olsen's expression grew serious as she turned her penetrating gaze towards me. "Unbelievable! Are you sure about this, Sarah?" I met her stare without flinching, my face emotionless. "I apologize, Madam Olsen, but perhaps you've forgotten that I severed all romantic ties with Philip Cornell long ago." I clenched my jaw defiantly. "You!" She pointed an accusing finger at Josh. "You will come with us immediately. I intend to apprehend President Cornell because he's become an intolerable nuisance!" "You will not lay a hand on my bodyguard!" I warned Madam Olsen. "It's funny that you have more concern for your bodyguard than your husband." She sneered. "Ex-husband!" I corrected sharply. Amir guided me away from Madam Olsen's group. As I turned and walked awa
Sarah I've been feeling unwell for the past few days with dizziness, nausea, and occasional vomiting episodes. These symptoms have intensified recently, likely due to the early stages of my pregnancy. I want to see Philip, and in order to calm me, I keep thinking he's doing well. Will I remain hidden away in my grandfather's mansion for an entire year? I want my child to be safe, but should I let fear control me because of what happened before? Absolutely not! Jane has been providing regular updates, informing me that Philip remains unconscious, but his condition is no longer critical. I suppose I should let Philip regain consciousness naturally. I've heard his condition was terrible when he was rescued from Madam Olsen. I'm trying not to dwell on it for my mental well-being. In the meantime, I'm organizing my schedule. I have some important gatherings to attend before my pregnancy becomes noticeable. I've talked to Emily, and we have an important event in New York hosted by a
Sarah Serenity Pines Estate "You may now come in, Sarah." Ethan's voice was somber as he spoke. He stood next to another doctor, both looking serious after examining Philip. I entered the bedroom I had shared with Philip for three years. So much had happened here. This is where I experienced waiting for him as his wife, where I made him feel my overwhelming love. This room held everything, including the night we conceived our first child. Perhaps it was where we created the new life growing inside me. My lips formed a straight line when I saw him lying down. Ethan closed the door behind me, giving us privacy for whatever words might be spoken or left unsaid. I stood at the foot of the bed, taking in the sight of my husband surrounded by a tangle of machines and wires. 'See you soon, my love…' Those were the words Philip said the last time we saw each other in Las Vegas. The memory brought tears to my eyes. Legs shaking, I sat down beside him, staring intently at his pale lips, t
Sarah Madam Cornell informed me that she would hand over Jane once I transferred her the remaining 100 million dollars. Chairman Cornell prepared the initial 100 million in cash, already stashed in a van. Due to the cruise ship's vast size, we have yet to learn where Jane is hidden. However, the exchange is set for half an hour before the ship's scheduled departure, adding to the urgency and complexity of the situation. I will give the car key to Madam Cornell, who will have it inspected by her lackey. Following that, we will proceed to the next step: her handing Jane over to me in exchange for the additional 100 million dollars, which I will then transfer via EFT to various accounts. She strictly warned me that she would harm Jane if I didn't comply. She chose the cruise ship because of the many guests who could potentially get hurt. Bronn and Emily are pretending to be a honeymooning couple. Josh, Assistant Alex, and five additional bodyguards are with me. Jakob and another
Sarah In an attempt to melt away the stress crushing me, I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my back against the tanning bed. My heart hammered in my chest, and sweat beaded on my forehead. Then, a wave of dizziness slammed into me as the room began to whirl. "Are you alright?" Josh asked, noticing the change in my demeanor. His brow was furrowed with worry. "Yeah, I'm fine!" I smiled at him, though the stress was overwhelming. My phone rang, snapping me back to reality. I needed to keep it together and finish this job. Seeing Trey's name on the caller ID, I answered and put the call on speakerphone. "Trey?" Josh and the others listened intently, awaiting his report about the man who took the van out of the cruise. "We've caught Madam Cornell's man who drove the van out. He claimed his mother was in an emergency, which is why the staff allowed him to leave. Chairman's men were waiting at the gate and alerted the authorities to retrieve the money. The cruise is about to depart,